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The Desire Called Karma : Creating My Own Reverse Harem Novel Cover

The Desire Called Karma : Creating My Own Reverse Harem

Warning : 21+ Nina Meiyer considers herself an unattractive 32-year-old woman after failing to get her husband, Simon Meiyer, to spend more time with her, even though everyone around her considers her a stunningly beautiful woman with a sensual body. The shadow of her past as a 'naughty nurse' makes her suspect that Simon may have discovered her dark secret, a fear that makes her increasingly wary of the women around Simon who could replace her as Mrs. Meiyer. Her life, already filled with fear and anxiety, changes when Pierre Alexander, a jenius doctor, Xavier Evans, her husband's business rival, Jake Andrew, an adult site star, and Leonardo Salviero, a super hot mechanic, begin approaching her in sometimes unreasonable ways. Nina, who has tried to be a faithful wife for seven years, seems unable to maintain her loyalty when the four young men offer her wild fantasies from her past that she can't resist.
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Chapter 7

He led me to the patient's bed and asked me to lie down with my legs spread wide. He removed my panties and forced me to show him my vagina.

For some reason, I felt nervous, I hadn't had sex with any man other than my husband since we got married. The realization that another man was enjoying my body like this made me uneasy.

"Your pussy is already wet, Nina! You can't lie to me that you don't want it!"

"I didn't say I didn't want it, did I? I just, I-I just, oh fuck-" My words turned into moans as I felt Doctor Pierre's tongue lick my pussy.

I closed my eyes as my body began to tense from his oral stimulation. But the pleasure intensified as his tongue entered my vagina. I was afraid to make a sound and had to hold back my moans so they wouldn't get too loud.

But everything felt even crazier when he inserted two fingers inside, making me almost moan out loud.

"I'm going to cum...! Oh..." I said seconds before fluid gushed out of my vagina.

His face and hands were wet, but he smiled as I lay motionless before him. He unbuttoned his shirt and let me see his broad chest and tempting abdominal muscles.

He took off his trousers and underwear. As he had said, he had a truly big and long dick. My eyes were captivated, and my lust grew, making me want to devour it immediately.

Doctor Pierre held his semi-erect dick right in front of my face, signaling that he was ready to receive my counterattack.

Furiously, I grabbed and devoured it, sucking and sucking it like a vacuum cleaner. He seemed surprised that I was much more eager than he expected.

"Nina, oh..." He groaned, his breathing becoming very heavy. His dick was bigger than Simon's, and big dicks had always been my favorite.

The more I sucked, the bigger and harder it got until it felt so full in my mouth.

"I think that's enough, Nina! Lie down! Let me enjoy your pussy too!" He said. I immediately lay down on the bed and spread my legs wide. Doctor Pierre climbed onto the bed and positioned himself directly above me.

He rubbed his dick against my clitoris, providing additional stimulation before finally pushing his own into my very wet pussy.

"Uh...oh..." I moaned softly, even though I was trying to hold it in. He thrust his hips, making my vagina feel full and suffocated by his dick.

"How is it? Does it feel good?"

"Yes, it feels very good, Doctor!"

"Do you like my dick?"

"Yes, I really like it. It feels big and so full inside!"

"Thank goodness you like it, because I really like you too, Nina. I'm crazy about you! I want to be yours."

I put my underwear back on shortly after he ejaculated inside me. We'd been going at it for so long that I was worried someone might suspect something.

"Why do you look so panicked?" Pierre chuckled when he saw me quickly putting on my underwear, even though he hadn't even moved.

"Your patient will be here in about 40 minutes, Doctor!"

"But I want to make out first!"

"We don't have time, Doctor Pierre! We have to-"

"Are you satisfied?" He asked, embracing me again.

"Yes," I replied curtly. I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I was genuinely enjoying what we were doing.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and tried to stand on my tiptoes so he wouldn't have to bend his back so much to reach my lips. This time I felt bolder and more willing to accept his kiss.

"You look so much more beautiful and seductive."

"I'm 32, Doctor Pierre, I'm old lady! "

"So what? I love you and I don't care about any of that!"

"Do you love me?"

"Yes, I love you, Nina. I've loved you since I confessed my feelings to you that day. Even today, my feelings haven't changed, they're still the same as they were 10 years ago."

"But I'm married, Doctor Pierre! I-"

"I also have a fiancé."

"Really?"

"But I don't have any feelings for her, Nina! It was an arranged marriage I couldn't refuse," he said. His expression suddenly turned sad. I didn't know what to say now.

"Then, congratulations on your engagement, I'm so happy to-"

"Don't say that! I just want to be yours, Nina! Both then and now, I just want to be yours, only yours."

I was at a loss for words. His deep and emotional confession captivated me. I kissed him to comfort him.

"You're a very nice young man, Doctor Pierre! The woman you're engaged to is a very lucky woman."

"You're turning me on again, Nina!"

"But we only have 30 minutes left!"

"We can do this for 20 minutes, right?" He teased, and I became even more carried away.

I took off my panties again and lay down on the bed, guiding him to get on top of me again.

I held his dick and rubbed it with my hand to harden it even further and make it erect while our lips continued to ravage each other.

"Then let's do it again, Doctor!" I asked softly.

"Sure!" He said, thrusting his dick into my pussy, which was still filled with his sperm.

I held him tightly so he could do his work, and he rocked and thrust his hips at a fast pace, making me feel the tip of his dick pressing against the wall of my uterus.

"Uh...oh..." I couldn't hold back my moan, which made him smile.

"You're so sweet, Nina!"

"Don't flatter me, Doctor!"

"Can I be your boyfriend?"

"But you're already engaged, and I'm married!"

"You don't like me, Nina?"

"Please don't say anything that will confuse me!"

"Am I not handsome enough to be your boyfriend?"

"You're so handsome! But I already have a husband and-" I paused, unable to continue. The wound on my lip, which had previously faded away when I was too lost in my passionate passion, now felt the pain again.

My tears flowed without me realizing it, my heart aching so much. Pierre looked at me and immediately wiped my tears away. It was as if he could sense my sadness.

"Everything will be fine, Nina! I won't let anyone hurt you."

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